"But, seriously, are you going to give me a gift? Well heheh..... I know you will because you don't lie, but what kind of gift will you give me?"
Xander was taken aback by Priscilla's response.
"Bef're I becameth a vampire, my people had a saying that went something like this "Idolize your lover, as they shall do the same, but lament them ceaselessly, for the embers of love shall wane in the crimson sand one day." The prov'rb suggests yond thee shouldst loveth thy lov'r deeply, yet mourneth those folk just as intensely. Backeth in mine own day, war wast prevalent, and death wast ev'rywh're. Men and women alike wend to square wars and battles, some returneth alive, and some doth not. The pointeth is, the prov'rb means thee shouldst regard each second thee spendeth with them with the utmost gratefulness, since one day thy beloved may kicketh the bucket."
